Trudi’s Song Mott the Hoople

Wooohooo.....

She doesn't have to say - she only has to look
I think she sees through me - reads me like a book
And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me
And the love goes sailin' on - across the stormy seas

Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe
She's a right-on child, she goes smilin'

Woohooo....Woohooo

Sometimes I go over the line, she has to bring me down
And the pride pulls heavy, makes some evil sounds
But I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me
And the sea runs calmer now, I kiss the love that sleeps

Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe
She's a right-on child, she goes smilin'

O-O-Oh....O-O-Oh

Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe
Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe
Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe
Mmmm, I got my babe, Mmmm I got my babe